I kiss her.
Not gently. Not asking permission. Just taking what I want.
She melts into it immediately—all that resistance disappearing the second my mouth claims hers. Her hands come up tomy chest, and this time she's definitely pulling me closer, not pushing away.
When I break the kiss, we're both breathing hard.
"I need to fuck you." The words come out raw. Honest. "Right fucking now, before I lose my mind."
Fear flickers across her face. But underneath, I see hunger matching my own.
"Okay," she whispers.
That one word destroys my control completely.
I spin her around, press her face-first against the wall. My hands go to her skirt, shoving it up around her waist. She gasps, hands bracing against the wall, and I can see her thighs trembling.
I need a condom. Somewhere in this office I have—
Desk drawer. Left side. I always keep a box there.
I step back just long enough to grab one, and Valerie looks over her shoulder. Eyes wide. Watching me unbuckle my belt with shaking hands.
"Face the wall." My voice is rough and unhinged. "And spread your legs, little mouse."
She obeys. Both commands. Turns back around and shifts her stance wider.
Fucking perfect.
I roll the condom on, position myself behind her, and pause with my cock pressed against her entrance.
"Last chance to tell me to stop." I lean forward, lips against her ear. "Because once I start, I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name."
"D-Don't stop." Her voice is barely audible. "Please don't stop."
I thrust into her in one brutal stroke.
She cries out—loud enough that I clamp my hand over her mouth, swallowing the sound.
"Quiet,Milaya," I murmur against her ear. "Mila's sleeping down the hall. Can't wake her up while I fuck her nanny against my study wall."
She whimpers against my palm, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I don't give her time to adjust. Just start moving—hard, deep, claiming strokes that make her whole body jerk forward with each thrust.
My hand stays over her mouth, catching the moans and cries that keep escaping. My other hand grips her hip hard enough to bruise, holding her in place while I take what's mine.
"Ty tak khorosha," I breathe in Russian.You feel so good."Taking my cock like you were made for it. Like this pussy was designed to be mine."
She makes a sound against my palm that might be agreement or protest or just incoherent pleasure.
I fuck her harder. Lose myself in the tight heat of her, in the way she keeps trying to push back against me despite the fear, in how her body betrays every lie her mouth tells.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I lean closer, biting down on the junction of her neck and shoulder. She jerks, and I feel her clench around me. "Wanted me to stop being patient. Stop teasing. Just bend you over and take what's mine."
Her response is muffled but sounds like yes.
"Say it clearly." I remove my hand from her mouth just long enough to hear her.